I grew up in a small town in Massachusetts, where I was known as a “reader”. In fact, it was the only identity that ever felt comfortable. There was, remarkably, no shame attached, like being too tall, or only being allowed to wear brown shoes with tightly tied shoelaces, never penny loafers…
Being a reader carried with it a quiet kind of glory.
I am still a reader, but these days I hardly ever read fiction anymore. I am not sure exactly why, when I gobbled novels up like a starving castaway for so long, but as I have grown into my skin—a skin that has begun to fit as well as those practical brown shoes—I crave nonfiction. Natural history studies; Arctic adventure; stories of Victorian women who tramped through the Far East; biographies of Giacometti and Jane Bowles; memoirs: these are what I want to read.
I have written short-form memoir that has been published online in Brevity, Pindeldyboz, Word Riot, Mr. Beller’s Neighborhood, mgversion2>datura, and Revolution House. I was cofounder and managing editor of the print literary magazine Lifeboat: A Journal of Memoir. To help fund the household bookstore habit, satisfy our chocolate chip cookie cravings, pay for Maine heating fuel and the rest of the essentials of modern life, I work as a freelance medical manuscript editor. So if you are more interested in getting your work into NEJM than writing memoir, go to my LinkedIn page!
Probably all you need to know about me, really, is this: I am curious and hungry. Feed me your stories.